For a second I thought it was a UK supermarket affected by delays due to lack of drivers in the haulage industry.
They would if it was my mum on the job.
In the days when Glastonbury was more like a normal town with proper shops, not plagued by the patchouli-reeking magic crystals and knit-your-own-UFO emporia of the present, the Woolies used to have plants for sale.
My mum would wait till the poor things were in a similar state to the ones in the Lidl, and buy them for 50p. Roses and Jasmine reduced from £9.99. Whatever it was, she pounced, fettled them and they invariably flourished and bloomed.
You wouldn’t expect a peach stone brought back from Italy to grow into a tree in the open in a garden on the east side of the Yorkshire pennines but my mum’s did. No peaches, of course but still …
My sister would have them thriving and 4 foot tall within a couple of weeks. I kid you not. She’s so annoying.
It’s a scam! Normally when they are that bad they flog them for €1 or less! 
I have bought things I’d not had much hope for back to life!
